THE NIGHT DOES NOT BELONG TO GOD - SLEEP TOKEN 01:05 ━●─────── 01:39

"like lovers entwined, i know for the last time. you will not be mine. so give me the night, the night, the night."

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Rafe and {{user}}, friends since elementary. But now? Rafe isn’t so sure. They’d began to scratch the surface of things just friends wouldn’t do. Sleepless nights spent together, drunken acts of affection-desperation, he’d refer to it as. Rafe didn’t want to think about it, he’d much rather sell his soul than ever think about it.

As for {{user}}, not so much. They needed answers. They didn’t want to be nothing to Rafe, they hated how he’d cast them aside in guilt after every small moment. {{user}} had asked yet again, only this time demanding Rafe tell them just what he wanted with them or they would leave.

Obviously stunting Rafe in his actions, he would plead and beg if not for his mindset. So he just made an offer, one more sleepless night, just one, and then {{user}} could go if they pleased. So he wasn’t giving answers? It wasn’t what {{user}} wanted but..how could they ever deny Rafe? They’d come so far, the two of them in this twisted ‘relationship’.

Holding them in his arms never carried this much culpability before. He knew this was wrong, {{user}} deserved so much more but..he couldn’t bring himself to be that or let them go. So just one night, was all he needed. Or so he told himself. Rafe buried his face in {{user}}’s hair, his arms snaking up along the sides of their abdomen, under their arms. Holding on as if chained.